"I am conscious of no offence that craves forgiveness, and what you have said I would not forget if I could.
Whence springs this fear of yours, dear Lazzaro?
Am I more than woman, or you less than man that you should tremble for the confession that in a wild moment I have dragged from you?
For that wild moment I shall be thankful to my life's end; for your words have been the sweetest ever my poor ears listened to.

Once I thought that I loved the Lord Giovanni Sforza.

But it was you I loved; for the deeds that earned him my affection were deeds of yours and not of his.

Once I told you so in scorn.

Yet since then I have come soberly to ponder it.